Ducklings I - Poem by Naveed Khalid
Of mud-feet in snow, engulfed with
some hallucination of the mind,
no dark can e'er illumine in skipped beats
of my untamed heart and cold where I stand,
that through such furtive looks forlorn;
which from thy solemn mien I hath plucked
in vain words to tell thee of my love,
apart from where you tread the mundane shell
at sunset of the evening sky e'ery fig leaf in autumn,
oft steals looks from my bed of crimson joy,
that day of unaltered eye in thy presence alone,
of woe-begone days to my shipwrecked dreams.
(C) Naveed Khalid
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Date Created: Tuesday, November 03,2015 7: 55: 00 PM
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